The Trinity Guild: Sunken Legends

Chapter Four - The Wooden Anchor

|| Chapter Four - The Wooden Anchor ||

I wasn't sure if I should of been frightened or disgusted. Once the Beryl was docked, the sounds of popping gunshots and howling men echoed around us. Out of everyone aboard, Edward seemed the most thrilled to be here. He was going on and on about how many women he would bring back to the ship within a single nights time. I, on the other hand, had no intention of stepping off this boat. I didn't want to be here, and I definitely did not want to be out there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Salvatore's sudden words caused my body to jolt to a stop. I slowly turned around on my heel of my boot, releasing a heavy huff.

"Surely not to that filth hole," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not going."

"How cute," Salvatore cooed. "You act like you have a choice." His features tightened as he latched his fingers onto my arm, tugging me the opposite way of the Captains Cabin.

"Watch your hands," I snapped, shimmying his filthy hand off of my arm. "Why can't I just stay here?"

"The exact same reason why you can't leave, mate" Salvatore's tone dripped with clear annoyance.

"You'll end up takin' off, ruining my plan."

"And this plan is...?"

"Quite a long story and frankly, none of your business."

"Please just let me stay. I wont interfere with this 'plan' of yours, alright?" I started sounding like a little girl. This was purely ridiculous. "I'll just sleep."

"You're not a guest," Salvatore replied grimly, pushing me forward to walk down the plank that balanced against the dock. "And I'm not stupid. Consider yourself hostage. Savvy?" Just as he stepped off the ship, one of his crew members held out dark leather triangle hat trimmed in gold.

"Thank you, las" Salvatore slapped his hand against the mans shoulder before heading down the dock with myself by his side.

The sun was just beginning to sink, yet the lack of darkness didn't stop these people from drowning themselves in alcohol. This place was beyond chaotic. Just past foul smelling beach sat a series of several taverns; all of whom had both men and women clicking tankards and dancing around as if they had not a care in the world. The women wore tight, skin fitted corsets that caused their breasts to pop out and every man to look at. Not that these women even minded. They were all dirt covered, greasy haired and far from sober.

I quickly followed behind Salvatore, dodging a fighting men and giggling women. Salvatore paid no attention to his surroundings, acting as if he were used to this sort of behavior. He probably was. His crew members probably acted just like this - speaking of which, all of them had faded into the massive crowds of people.

"Salvatore... Salvatore" I spat through gritted teeth, pushing myself forward to walk beside him. "Why are we here?"

"I need to talk to someone," he curiously glanced to either side before taking a sharp right, dodging the drunk dogs.

"Talk to someone? Here?" I couldn't help but laugh. "This place is an utter mad house."

"Exactly."

Salvatore brought his steps to a halt in front of a worn looking tavern. People, both men and woman, lounged outside with a full bottle of Rum in each of their hands, laughing and swearing away. Some even waved and called out for Salvatore, holding their bottles out to him. With a faint smirk, he turned to face me, accepting a bottle of Rum from one of the men chanting out his name.

"I need you to stay here," he stated, ripping the cork off the bottle with his teeth before helping himself to a drawn swig. "Although from the few hours I've known you, I could already tell you wont stay put."